It comes in threes
In the last three days I have managed to drop (and therefore ruin) my mobile phone in the bathtub, Krusty has missed his flight home and I have deleted all of my photos from Christmas by mistake.Bad luck comes in threes they say.
Or is it rather having a head so full of panick that I can't seem to do anything right. I can't even eat a meal without spilling something down me (not that that makes much of a change, but still).
And now I find out that the move might be pushed forward two weeks. What are they trying to do to me!!! I am a hysterical wreck! And I have only packed two boxes...
posted by The rat and the monkey @ 10:01:00 AM
1 Comments:
Aaaaw, I know you'll come out of it OK...I made soupe au pistou tonight...
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